Fun busy. My Chinese “son” came to visit for a couple of days, and we are thrilled. We’ve had such great moments recalling memories, visited our old house where he stayed with us, out to a favorite burger place, driving around in the deep snow.
I’m still able to only say a few things in Chinese, but he is so encouraging. He’s the sweetest.
I feel blessed.
The weather has been weird here: smog, ice, deep snow, slippery roads. It’s sort of confirming to him that he wants to live somewhere else!
I wonder if we’ll be dealing with this strange climate until March or April. It can be brutal.
Cherie and I shoveled at least a ton of snow last week. The weather actually has been taking up time in our existence. That happens here in the northland.
Weather matters.
I had a big birthday this past week, too. I’m sixty now.
Somehow this birthday was the hardest I’ve ever had. I never thought much about age. I know that I as a kid I didn’t think I’d live to be forty. Fifty happened with little fanfare and no adverse affect.
Sixty is hard, though. Perhaps it is the events of the past 10 years of my life.
My fifties were hard.
Maybe I should look at this as an invitation to new beginnings and …..joy?
I saw the verse/thought about God not letting us go this week. He doesn’t let go.
I admit to feeling like He has let me go, somewhat. Things are difficult. I wonder what the next hard thing will be.
The Word says that He hasn’t let me go. I believe the Word. I won’t believe my feelings.
I’m sixty.
I’m God’s child.
It isn’t about this life, ultimately. It’s about the next. Age is just a number, after all.
MARANATHA!